{"id":942,"date":"2023-01-27T14:32:21","date_gmt":"2023-01-27T14:32:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lepinehouse.com\/?p=942"},"modified":"2023-02-10T23:03:52","modified_gmt":"2023-02-10T23:03:52","slug":"chapter-1-pilot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lepinehouse.com\/?p=942","title":{"rendered":"The destination"},"content":{"rendered":"

A hill of pine trees under a whole sky of fog, that tingly feeling when cold air touches the tip of your nose and the lake being so calm that a single feather can startle the reflections. Those are the things that made the heinous traffic smoke and the dreadful white noise of cities fade into nothingness. Footsteps rustling the evergreen carpet of grass, knitted blanket and hot chocolate with an open book, midnight rains, hazy days\u2026<\/p>\n

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Source: Flamingo Fanpage<\/a>\u00a0<\/em> \u00a0<\/p>\n

They were merely a daydream until a spontaneous trip took us to the beautiful province of Vinh Phuc. The narrow countryside road winded slowly to reveal a sign reading \u201cFlamingo Dail Lai\u201d. As the plastic barricade lifted, a forest of greenery opened up. All the windows rolled down in excitement, our eyes danced between branches of willow in the wind. Never have songs of birds sound so chipper like in that very moment. It felt like entering a mystical, whimsical and beautiful folklore. The higher grounds were foggy and chilly with a warm hug of musky pine tree wood and the closer we got to the waters the livelier everything seemed to be.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is it\u201d we whispered underneath our breaths. This is the place where the visions come to life.<\/p>\n

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Taken by Trieu Chien @ LX17 – LePine House<\/em><\/p>\n

House number LX17 instantly became the vessel to do so as it is situated right between a pine tree hill and a lake! In a heartbeat, contracts were signed, hands shook and the lakeside villa became ours.<\/p>\n

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Taken by Trieu Chien @ LX17 – LePine House<\/em><\/p>\n

Now, an architect\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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